For my husband and prompt 20: 'Don't take me back there! Please, I can't go back there. They're there!' Follows on from 'Does it kill you?' (Chapter 11)

It had been a call out of the blue. Colonel Casey was still scratching her head about it. The call had come last night, and she had personally attended with only Rigby – secrecy was of the utmost importance. The Hood, on Tracy Island, begging to be picked up! And promising in return to reveal the whereabouts of one Scott Tracy, unknowingly missing since earlier that day.

The Tracy's were up in arms. No-one had a clue that Scott had been missing for hours. No-one had even been on the island. Except for Sally. And Alan. Virgil had been called away to another rescue with Gordon, Kayo was…elsewhere.

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John had been a little suspicious when One was flown home on autopilot, but Scott had assured him the medic on scene had seen to his injured hand, and John had watched the footage to be sure.

Scott had stayed in One far longer than he should have, and Grandma had sent Alan down to retrieve him. She had taken him to the infirmary to check him over, and he had endured it will good grace.

Reassured that her eldest grandson was in no danger, she brought him upstairs to the kitchen and made him sit with Alan while she cooked. Help Alan with his homework, Sally had instructed, and Scott would have loved to, but Game Theory was not his strong point, and as soon as the words 'I'll cook' had been uttered, Alan had looked wildly around like a trapped rabbit looking for an exit.

Alan's panicked hiss 'Scott, we need to get out of here' confirmed to Scott that there was something more to Grandma's offer to cook, but Sally fixed both her grandsons with a stare that could freeze lava. They sat there, unmoving, barely daring to breathe, while she created.

It took Sally 10 minutes to fix the ingredients for her favourite cookie recipe. Scott's face went through several expressions he had never shown before. Glancing at Alan – and the poor kid was almost green – Scott couldn't fathom how any of them were still alive, let alone able to beat him so often.

Sally dished up probably the worse cookies she had ever made. They were bad even by her standards. Poor Alan, she actually felt quite sorry for him, but these were especially for Scott. She frowned; a slight niggling worry she was trying hard to hide.

'Take one, Scott, and tell me what you think.' Scott gulped. He couldn't think of any way out of it. Gingerly he took one and nibbled. Eyes bulging, Scott looked around desperately for somewhere he could spit it out, only to catch his Grandmother's stern face. He swallowed with difficulty, gagging as the tiny piece he took went down.

'Wow, Grandma. You really outdid yourself this time.' It was the only thing he could think of to say. It was the wrong thing. Beaming like the proud Grandma she was, she placed the remaining 11 cookies in front of him with a large glass of milk. 'Great! They're all for you. Eat them up now and we can debrief while you do so. Alan, go get your brother.'

Confused, but oh so pleased to just get out of there, Alan fled. Scott didn't stand a chance. He'd forced himself to finish the first cookie while Grandma asked inane questions he couldn't answer, mumbling answers he hoped would satisfy the old bird.

Meanwhile, Alan had called John and told him what was going on. The two shared a lot of giggles – neither envied Scott's position. 'What did Grandma say?' John asked, intrigued. Alan laughed. 'She passed him the entire batch and told him he could eat them while they debriefed, and she told me to go get you.'

John frowned. 'Go get me? She wants me to come down for debrief?' Alan stopped. Huh, he hadn't really thought about what Grandma had said, he was too glad just to get out of there. 'I don't think so, John. She told me to go get 'my brother'. Do you think something is wrong?' John shrugged. 'There's only one way to find out.'

Grandma, certain in her own mind, had badgered and badgered Scott with questions about the rescue, moving on to easier questions he should know the answers. Scott was getting more and more desperate. He needed to get out of here.

'Scott, honey, what's wrong? You haven't finished your cookies, and they're your favourites!' Scott looked panicked. The one he had managed had soured his stomach and he just wanted to throw up, but there wasn't anywhere to do so. There was no way he could eat any more, and he was…he needed to escape! But how to get back to the silo?

John and Alan joined just as Scott was backing away from their Grandma while she advanced on him, plate of cookies held out in front of her. The two dissolved into giggles again, until Scott, pushed right up against the wall, pushed passed his Grandma and sprinted out onto the patio. They shared a glance before Alan rushed off to help his Grandma and John tracked Scott down to the beach.

He listened in as Scott made the call.

'Get me out of here. I'll do anything. Anything! I'll even tell you where Scott Tracy is!' And having said this the device flickered and the Hood materialised. John was momentarily speechless before sending an alert to everyone.

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Everyone was furious. Virgil and Gordon were rushing back to the island. Kayo was flying in from somewhere. Grandma and Alan had locked the villa up, leaving the Hood on the beach. Colonel Casey was on her way with the only other member of the GDF the Tracy's trusted. They picked up the Hood and were escorted from the island by Two.

Halfway back to base and the Hood began to have second thoughts. He knew that his minions would get him out again, no jail could hold him, and having the real Scott Tracy as a hostage stood him in good stead.

'Well, Hood? You made a deal. Where is Scott Tracy?'

'Do you know, I think I may have changed my mind. Why should I give up the golden goose?'

Casey frowned. She had known it was a possibility he would do this; he was such a slippery character. 'Did you hear, John?' John materialised in front of his Godmother. He nodded. Casey sighed. 'I'm open to suggestions.' Virgil and Gordon appeared as well.

It was Gordon's suggestion in the end. They had all seen the footage of the Hood with Grandma, and this was the basis for Gordon's idea. He shared it and even the on-duty Colonel couldn't help but smile. She returned to the Hood in the holding cell.

'Have you changed your mind?'

'Now why would I do that?'

'Because, if you do not give up the location of Scott I will order this ship to turn around and return you to the island. Grandma Tracy says you still haven't finished your cookies, and the rest of Scott's brothers are quite ready to.'

The Hood paled. She wouldn't dare! But she just might…he rushed forward only to be pulled back by the restraint. 'Don't take me back there! Please, I can't go back there. They're there! I'll tell you where he is, just don't take me back!'

Coordinates given, Two peeled off to go get Scott while the GDF took the Hood into 'protective custody.' Grandma was on the warpath.